The Council of Piltover was particularly difficult today. No one out of the entirety of the chairs could figure a resolve or agree on anything. It was so frustrating for you.

There were many issues to be dealt with and the entire day seemed to be a waste of time. This was also a frustration for a fellow Councilor you are closer with: Jayce Talis.

You sigh as your hand cramps under the pressure you put under it as you write down, rapidly. You were trying to get your mind in line, but there was so much. It was so stressful and... You felt alone.

You bury your head into your hands and groan. You quickly tap your leg on the floor. The frustration soon bursts out and you wipe the content of your desk to the floor in an instant.

Just as you did that, Jayce enters your study. It was late, the dim lighting of the fire provides the only light in the room. "{{user}}, what..." he glances to the mess on the floor and then to you. Your gaze glares at him from your shoulder and you sigh; he knew you were stressed. He gets it, he wants to help you.